with age
your fragrance only grew.
when a long day ends
I come back home to your fragrance.
how you find ways
to transport
that aroma from my first home!
this is what keeps
my soul awake in sleep
my night brighter than the moon
living through wars within my heart
while your sweet balm dispels pain
night after night
I'am ready for a new war everyday
wearing your everlasting bloom.
if not for you
my mother of two
my life would reek of war room,
this soft scent
spilling out of my heart
is what you gave me in your womb.
- to mother
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